. She then pressed her chest to mine... paying flat on me like I was a dying mattress. "You very... Unlike the other prey that I have hunted... " She ...said... I looked at her, she was so close to my face... "Are... Y-You are Vampire...? That... Would be wonderful to die by your hands..." I muttered out. She laughed and moved down to my neck and said in my ear, "I'm going to have fun with you... Alot of pain before your death... Your too beautiful to kill so quickly... I will make you remember. Is succulent the right word? I wished I was taking Mr. Turner's creative writing class with Carl.Finally, screwing my courage to the sticking point, my heart hammering, my mouth dry, I went up the walk and rang the doorbell, hoping maybe Carl would like to go for a walk with me.I kept asking myself what I was afraid of. The worst he could do was tell me to go away, right?The brave man (or woman) dies but once, the coward dies many times, I thought as I waited on the porch, slowly dying.Then his. Her hand pumps forcefully up and down, up and down, up and down, maddeningly, relentlessly, remorselessly. I thrust up on each downstroke, trying to be discrete but surely failing.Faster she strokes, the pad of her thumb at the junction of my furrow. I feel the slickness, the wetness seeping from me. Her merciless thumb is heedless of my agony. My prick swells impossibly and I suddenly fear that the skin will split from the pressure!I feel it now. The tingling inside me, the pressure as. He moans loudly. Suddenly, he pulls me up to kiss him. I rub his cock feeling my saliva making it slick. He take my shorts off. I turn around and bend over on the bed. I put a leg up and he goes straight in. He licks my pussy and rubs my clit. Tingling sensations run through my body. He plunges his fingers in. Pounding my pussy, until I am almost ready to cum, but then he stops. I start to get ready for what is next. I feel his cock rub on my wet slit. I push back wanting him to enter me. He.